yogen | npc contact.2

( me knowing that you are wary every time i come to mess with your npcs, i promise it's nothing bad... and i wanted to put 10/10, but that's a sunday... but the 1010 is so pretty to my eyes, sighs...

where's my favorite cripple so we can talk about getting him a cabin in the woods, and they can talk about their family with npckun as their beloved child... (jk). hopefully komaeda can catch him in the courtyard because this makes the migration from one place to another easier. the first thing he'll do is wrap his arms around rokkun's own, holding it to his chest, and i think isn't rokkun like an inch or two shorter than him, so that means... komaeda can like sit his chin on his shoulder, because the sun has been... bad on him, and he has a small, little headache... )

Are you going to the courts? Let's go to the courts...

( because last time they brought crona along, but he guesses that's a place rokkun likes to go with minimal people? )

[thank you both for this important information. through it, i have decided that subaru's evil for giving npckun a wasabi onigiri, but he now will simply eat it in front of people to see the looks on their faces. it's fine if he knows it's there.

also what is there is the ramune, which looks really good right now to a pair of teary teens, but again: teenage pride. subaru won't crack. he's thinking about it but he's not gonna. it'd be nice to wash down the onigiri with though, get through the initial rush...

but subaru pops his mouth open obediently, rice works okay to help.]

Of course you understand that. [...] I don't mean that in a mean way or anything. Doing stuff like that... That's just how Hidden Folk work, right? It doesn't make it right or wrong, or good or evil; they just live differently than humans do, and that's sometimes bad for the humans.

So, it leaves us with only a couple of options. Somebody here can't be human. And if it's not the shopkeeper, then it's whoever they're working for. And they gotta be working for somebody.

[ ): at Subaru's face, which maybe isn't bruised but still a little red and npckun reaches out and cups that cheek, hand still hot and damp from the shower.

...

Then they drop their hand and pokes Subaru in the ribs. ]

Sorry... I didn't break anything, did I?

[ As if their punches could. ]

[ That wasn't a theoretical question, but okay— ]

There's plenty here that's not human! Have you met the man-eating gardener? That counselor's room is a place I'm not able to see into as well. But if you're looking for somebody, finding the door to their domain is the first step!

[she's not enabling nene's second boyfriend into dark magic talisman buying okay.]

... I'm a little more suspicious of the second one, honestly. [okay cool so komaeda wanted her to go talk to somebody that eats people that's fun to know.] Are there ways to find doors? Ways somebody like me could use?

[ I like that he's the second ]

Hmm... Normal people like you typically stumble upon them by accident. If they're too hard to find, the supernatural won't have anybody to feed off, after all. Surely you've seen places like that around here? Where people enter and never come back.

[subaru's cheek tingles from where they touched it, breath stopping a moment, he leans in briefly to it just before they drop their hand to poke at his ribs--

which he would normally pretend is a whole ordeal, totally broken, oh he is just so hurt but he remembers the last time he teased them when they weren't in a good mood, and also he still feels bad after his prank before. subaru's gonna pinch their bicep instead, mochi... as if these baby fists could hurt him.]

I'll survive! I've been in worse fights than this~.

[like he's... some kind of delinquent that picks them... actually he was so. he's reformedish.]

I didn't think you'd react that badly, though... [...] Is there someone that needs a good punch in the gut? I'll go after ghosts too, Keigo, just lemme know.

[ The plants are doing well. He can't see them, but his hands lightly brush the soil, the stalks, the leaves, and he can tell. ]

I do not mind. That you thought to see me now means more to me.

[ It's an echo of what he'd expressed to Helena, as somebody who is scarcely there in the first place, being alone is the norm; a visitor here and there, regardless of if it's weeks or months or years in between, they are times to be treasured. ]

[ It was snowing when he died, that's all I have to go off of, don't ask me an exact date ]

November. And, I guess... [ Do they say it a lot? They think they might have expressed the sentiment once or twice, mostly as an excuse to get out of taking care of another living thing. ]

I read a lot about them, but living things... die. So I'm bad at dealing with them.

[ Oh? It takes her a moment, but with the expectant look from Komaeda, Haruka brings her hands together and beams up at him. She doesn't really get it, but, ]

Thank you, Okane Aiko-san!

[ The mention of art, though, she cranes her neck up towards the ceiling instead of at the windows. ]

I want to see...

[ The painting. ]

( komaeda gasps a little, like, he's shocked, but then he laughs right after... he sees, this lying son of a — )

November, huh... that's next month, do you want to celebrate it?

( he pauses, looking at the other. )

It's because you want to be taken care of, and you hate to lose. You've always been like that... suffering loss, not wanting to see people die... When they die, they're gone, so the attachment of a living being... a living thing is sensitive to you.

( how cute... he smiles softly, that's what he wants to see. he only knows a bit about aiko, and it's very little that doesn't mean anything. he doesn't know what she's like aside from what other's have said, but maybe one day he can directly have a conversation with her, and tell her how fruitful her death had been.

...

besides, even a smile child can beam from it. )

...I wonder if it's still there.

( if it was the wisteria, she could have walked over by now, but since she didn't... he's guessing the painting. he'll push himself up to his feet, grabbing the book, and the jar of nails. as for the hacking gun, he leans forward to pick it up before flashing the light at her once more to keep her in view. )

If I turn this off... just stay behind me, or walk by my side, okay?

( the last time they sat like this, nene wound up crying her heart out, and her chest still aches. but... she can't wallow. not now. and she doesn't want to force kazuki to walk her step by step through unwarranted guilt, either, so... )

Where did you get the seeds from, Kazuki-san? I never thought to ask before.... they don't look like anything I ever saw back home.

( which is meant fondly. )

[ Whenever they like is right now, and Helena can hear them picking at the corner of a piece of tape, sliding a finger along the edge of the paper, trying to unwrap the gift as neatly as they can instead of just tearing the paper off.

...

They seem to try the slate out, opening it, closing it, flipping open the notebook and sliding a sheet in between.

...

Quiet, the sound of their hand shifting across paper and wood, slow, haltingly.

...

...

...

And then that of a page being flipped, the notebook being slid across the counter to rest before Helena, raised bumps for her to read:

⠞⠓⠁⠝⠅ ⠽⠕⠥

a simple "thank you," the length of time needed to write being disproportionate to the small handful of letters, but also remembering things and remembering things backwards is hard. ]

[ Komaeda might have thrown the shopkeeper off the roof and Rokkun's supposed to stand there in silence and pretend to be strangers? It's hard. Komaeda doesn't know because he doesn't have siblings. Amami doesn't know because that's not his sibling, anger and defiance flashing across Rokuro's face when he's scolded for raising his voice.

A more conflicted expression when he looks down and sees blood on his sleeve, at the decision of whether to prioritize somebody he cares more about, or somebody who is here, who— he picks up the bottle, and it doesn't take a genius to connect two and two. Yeah. He going to go toss this off the roof.

In the meanwhile... When Amami pulls himself up, he does see the little shopkeeper lying flat on their stomach, hands clamped over their mouth, tears rolling down their face and landing on the concrete when they lift their eyes to look at Amami. ]

[ For continuity's sake, they'll take a handful of rice and try to shape it as close to Komaeda's examples as they can, but art isn't exactly their strong suit. Good thing about cats, though, is that they can be any blobby shape you want and as long as it has triangle ears and a tail, it looks like a cat. ]

In our closets? More aren't going to magically appear unless Lucifer-senpai's handing them out. We can ask him.

[ Why would they be in the principal's office... They don't want to go to the principal's office, the ac is turned up too high in there. ]

( hikaru's simplicities... when they're cats, komaeda will look at each new one, and because he has a bit of soy cause near him, he drizzles it on the felines without cloaks. now they can be little bevs, but that's probably such a strong amount of flavor, but who knows... maybe hikaru's into that. )

Lucifer-kun... ( hm. ) I got him to handfeed me once, so I doubt he'll give me a cloak...

( honestly, i could make komaeda regain his little halloween reaper fit for this year... then he can look like a cultist! anyway. )

Unless you want to ask him yourself... Get us 10 of them.

[ He can rest assured npckun would never use it on themselves, for as much as the darkness, the silence, the inability to move terrifies them to the core, it doesn't matter that the consequences extend past their time limit of graduation. ]

Second thing. You have to eat breakfast first.

[ That's important, apparently. ]

You can stay as long as you need. [ ... ] I'll even lend you Yacchi.

[ Holding Yacchi always makes them feel better... maybe it'll help. ]

[ There's very little reason Rokkun ever needs to be out in the courtyard besides stare glumly at the tracks, so maybe he's doing that and distracted enough when Komaeda comes up beside him and confiscates his arm. ]

I wasn't... but sure. Okay.

[ electric cage deathmatch let's go ]

[ He uses his sleeve to scrub the tears off his face and slides the ramune over to Subaru, not because he's being polite, but because it's carbonated and is just going to hurt.

Also he feels like getting up and leaving again. ]

Come on, come on...

( he's going to lead them towards a direction, but he analyzes his prey before completely jumping in so give him a few steps before he hums in thought. )

...You're normally a little more indignant, did something happen in class today?

( who are they going to watch fight, maybe some npcs be their jesters and die. )

Where people enter and don't come back...

[thinks...]

... The void? That's the only one I can think of.

I have no one else to give this one to, so I'm glad you two can share the last bite...

( why are they so quiet... he will never know, once subaru eats the cat head, komaeda will clap his hands together like he's done good. now, he'll go for the cat's body, and he'll dip it in the soy (like he's giving it a little extra), and he'll hold it out to rokkun. )

Say aaaah.

( his mechanical hand under his organic to catch the soy that might fall down. )

[ Their brows knit together in concern over the thought of Subaru getting into fights, because this isn't a high school punching and kicking is the extent of it, it would be guns and knives and magic even their strongest keychain charms can't fully protect a person from.

... ]

...you did it on purpose?

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